Every two months when I come, more houses are boarded up. Yet another family’s belongings are piled on the side of the street. A house I’ve been shooting now for a year and a half, directly across the street from where the community garden used to be, has been spray-painted with a curse. The road is now literally broken. But then I see a recycling container or an American flag or a bird bath filled with water and I realize people still live here. People live here.